Jimmy. Rats! Organising secretary of the Stone-breakers' Union.
Reggie (after, gasp of surprise). Lucky devil.
Jimmy. Rot! I'd chuck it if I could afford to. Don't you wish sometimes you were back at Plum-Tree Farm?
Reggie. Crumbs, Jimmy; but weren't those the glorious days?
"EX-CROWN PRINCE'S HORSE TO RUN."—Heading in "The Times."
Like master like horse.
